Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.